44-lover-and-lunch

O sweet Salome I beckon thee
Bring forth they heinous offering
The Satanist –Behemoth

Love(r) and Lunch

I looked at his glistening penis with longing. It wasn’t exactly glistening, the Durex was. But I liked that penis. I liked that hot, hard, throbbing penis. I tried to imagine what she would feel when he went into her and I smiled; of course, she would feel nothing.
“Why are you smiling?” He asked me, a frown on his voice “I’m just admiring you, man,” I replied He turned to face me then; his skin was dark, almost Ghanaian black, his eyes set far apart like that Sid creature in Ice Age, his beard and his pointy looking teeth served to give him a look like one of those Blutboden in the Grimm TV series I used to watch back in school. Kunle was my friend, my enemy, my mentor, my captor.
He tore his face from me and looked at the girl lying on the bed, a frown creasing his eyebrows deeper
“I don’t like what you did guy. “You knew I wanted to use her and you went to go and jizz in her. Now my prick will be touching your nonsense sperm.” He said. I watched as a line of white jizz flowed out of her vagina, down her cold clammy thigh and into the crack of her butt; a longing seized me so completely that I could not breathe, my face felt like it was on fire and a dull throbbing started in my jeans “Kunle let me go after you now abeg” I begged “Get out jare; when did you use her last? Don’t be doing solo solo anyhow. Get a blowjob if na so e dey catch you.” He replied. I smiled and ran downstairs with a big grin plastered on my face. When I got to the freezer, I couldn’t wait to go back upstairs to do it so I unbuckled my jeans and brought out my prick
“You want it don’t ya? You dirty, dirty slut” I teased. I snagged some oil from one of the shelves and anointed my member with it. I admired myself for a few seconds and then I stuck my hard, glistening, throbbing penis in her mouth. I fucked her mouth; I fucked it hard; the way her teeth seemed to give friction to my prick, the oil lubricating the whole mouth, the cold in contrast to my own heat was the best sensation in the world and the whole world rocked and heaved when I spewed my acid jizz deep in her throat. I felt like I was having an epileptic fit or being shocked in an electric chair. I stretched up on my toes, my back arched and my head thrown back, pumping my prick, pumping my jizz into her. When the shocks subsided, I watched my jizz as it leaked and dropped down from her throat unto the ground. Pit pit pat, pit pit pat, pit pit pat…
I looked at her face; really looked for once; her name was Kemi and she used to be my twin sister…

“Kunle, what are we going to do now?” “Kemi, I don’t know. Let’s just look for a way to get out of this rain.” I replied. It was raining cats and dogs on that night, the moon was obscured by scores of clouds and the occasional ray of moonlight (there technically isn’t such a thing as ray of moonlight, but you get the gist) served as the only means of illumination, since Ajumobi’s streetlights were just for show; sentinels to the cold dreary night and silent watchers of rain drenched travelers. Kemi and I were travelling to Lagos to see our uncle and his family when our car blew its engine. We had waited for hours for help to come but no one did and MTN as always was being a bitch so there was no cell reception. We were just four passengers in the car excluding the driver. The driver had found a bike to take him to a mechanic and the other two passengers had been lucky to find a bus going back to Ibadan so they had boarded it and returned; that was five hours ago. Two hours ago, Kemi and I had started walking; looking for a hotel the driver had said was in the area. We really just wanted to eat; why would anyone pay 5K for a hotel when we could always just sleep in the car?
Halfway there (I didn’t know we were halfway there at the time), the rain had started and we had gotten drenched quick. Kemi had started her bitching and I was depressed by the rain. The way Kemi bitched, you would think I was the older twin; when she wanted to do something fun, she would remember she was senior but when it came to work, she always left it to me.
I looked at her in a rare burst of moonshine, her white eyes as opposed to my marijuana-induced red ones, her small lips with her impeccable teeth, her cute nose that reminded me of Pinocchio for some reason, her afro that she always kept oiled and well combed; she had the biggest, most perfect breasts I had ever seen. Despite the fact that she was 19 like me, she was already a fully formed woman. Her breasts were like golden melons, yellow, perky and firm to the touch. We were pretty close despite all our differences and we still changed in front of each other sometimes and during her breast cancer scare, she had let me help her check for bumps in her breasts. Her ass was nothing to write home about though, but her hips were faya. When I was younger, I wished I could marry her and a couple of years ago when I watched Game of Thrones and saw Jaime and Cersei, my love and desire for her grew stronger. I knew she liked me too, she was always teasing me when she came to sleep in my room; she would stay long in the shower and when she came out would rub cream all over her body (who rubs cream in the night?), and wear one flimsy nightgown where I could see her nipples and then she would insist I sleep on the rug while she slept on the bed; did I mention she could be a bitch?
I looked at her now and I felt that familiar throbbing within my jeans that I always felt when I looked at her breasts.
“Kunle there is a light at that side!” She said, pointing up ahead “I see it too. I hope that’s the hotel. I can’t walk another step.” I replied. We reached the ‘hotel’ in ten minutes and luckily there was still someone at the reception. I found out his name was Kunle too and somehow, I felt close to the man.
“Bro, our car broke down near the main road. We need chow; do you guys have anything to eat?” I asked “Yes sir, we do. We-“ “Can you turn down the AC please? I’m freezing.” Kemi butted in. I turned to glare at her and I noticed Kunle was smiling slightly “Certainly, madam.” He said as he reached for the remote control and turned up the temperature “So, sir as I was saying, we only have roasted beef now. The cook has gone to bed and won’t be up until morning. I can warm some for you guys and bring it up to your room.” “We just want food, bro. No rooms.” “Oh, I’m sorry then. The food is for guests only.” “Bro, help us na. We haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. E jo.” “Sir, I’m afraid that’s the company policy. No food to non guests. Our rooms are very affordable though, we have budget rooms for just two thousand naira per night. The food will be like another five hundred or so.” I turned to Kemi and she shrugged her shoulders. He had us by the balls.
“Alright, one room and the food. Abeg let it be quick. Hungry dey beat us.” I said. Kunle led us into the hotel and I found myself wondering why the hotel’s air conditioning was so good but the look of the hotel was so drab. I don’t know much about hotels but as my knowledge goes, it must have been a half star hotel with a five star ventilation system.
When we got to our room, Kunle handed me the keys and when we had dried ourselves off and spread our clothes to dry, he brought the steaming plate of roasted beef in stew. Kemi and I fell on the food voraciously and it was the best meal I ever had in my life.
I guess when I look back on it, it’s kind of ironic. That was my Last Supper, the ending of my old life and beginning of the new. We had eaten Kunle’s last portion of meat and he needed to restock and we had just come in at the right time.
The next morning, I woke up hungry and didn’t find Kemi in bed. I searched the whole hotel and couldn’t find her. Eventually, I went to look for Kunle at the reception and saw no one. I had been heading back to our room to see if my phone was usable as the rain had drenched it, when I heard moans coming from one of the rooms. The door was open a crack and so I peeped to see who the other lucky guests were. Imagine my surprise when I saw Kemi there, with her mouth full of Kunle and enjoying it by the look of it. I stifled a sob and went back to our room; I had no right to be jealous, but I was and I was angry. I was very angry. I was very very angyr. I had been sleeping beside her but she left our room to go fuck the reception guy. I waited for her in the room and when she came in, the first greeting I gave her was a dirty slap
“You dirty, dirty slut! Stupid ashewo! Only one night here and you are already going to suck prick! You fucking bitch!” I thundered. She looked at me more surprised that hurt “Kunle, you slapped me. Kunle, is it me that you-“ she never completed the statement as I downloaded her another dirty slap. That part of it was blur for me. I know at some point, I wasn’t slapping her anymore but choking her, holding her down while her legs kicked and spasmed. When I got off her, I was weak and groggy and I felt something die inside me. I went to sleep on the bed and when I woke up, Kunle was beside my bed, staring at me He didn’t say anything, just smiled and somehow, I knew he knew; of course he did, he would have seen Kemi’s corpse. He gave me his hand and when I came up, I noticed his glistening, hard, throbbing penis and I knew what to do. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, working him the way I always wanted to be worked. When he blew his top, I tasted the salty, stale taste of his jizz and I knew that this man had just bought my soul for one blowjob.
That afternoon, I dined on my sister. I didn’t know how I knew, but I did. After lunch, Kunle took me to his room and there she was, most of her at least; lying down, as beautiful as always, her breasts golden in their entire splendor, her pussy hair trimmed into a circle, her legs spread apart for me. There she was, waiting for me, my twin, my sister, my lover, my lunch.

• Written by Ezim Osai (@ezimosai)